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He
lived
on
the
first
floor
and
he
usually
came
up
to
see
X
when
he
had
a
few
rumors
or
gripes
to
unload
.
He
was
a
huge
,
photogenic
young
man
of
twenty
-
four
.
During
the
war
,
a
national
magazine
had
photographed
him
in
Hurtgen
Forest
;
he
had
posed
,
more
than
just
obligingly
,
with
a
Thanksgiving
turkey
in
each
hand
.
"
Ya
writin
’
letters
?
"
he
asked
X
.
"
It
’
s
spooky
in
here
,
for
Chrissake
.
"
He
preferred
always
to
enter
a
room
that
had
the
overhead
light
on
.
X
turned
around
in
his
chair
and
asked
him
to
come
in
,
and
to
be
careful
not
to
step
on
the
dog
.
"
The
what
?
"
"
Alvin
.
He
’
s
right
under
your
feet
,
Clay
.
How
’
bout
turning
on
the
goddam
light
?
"
Clay
found
the
overhead
-
light
switch
,
flicked
it
on
,
then
stepped
across
the
puny
,
servant
’
s
-
size
room
and
sat
down
on
the
edge
of
the
bed
,
facing
his
host
.
His
brick
-
red
hair
,
just
combed
,
was
dripping
with
the
amount
of
water
he
required
for
satisfactory
grooming
.
A
comb
with
a
fountain
-
pen
clip
protruded
,
familiarly
,
from
the
right
-
hand
pocket
of
his
olive
-
drab
shirt
.
Over
the
left
-
hand
pocket
he
was
wearing
the
Combat
Infantrymen
’
s
Badge
(
which
,
technically
,
he
wasn
’
t
authorized
to
wear
)
,
the
European
Theatre
ribbon
,
with
five
bronze
battle
stars
in
it
(
instead
of
a
lone
silver
one
,
which
was
the
equivalent
of
five
bronze
ones
)
,
and
the
pre
-
Pearl
Harbor
service
ribbon
.
He
sighed
heavily
and
said
,
"
Christ
almighty
.
"
It
meant
nothing
;
it
was
Army
.
He
took
a
pack
of
cigarettes
from
his
shirt
pocket
,
tapped
one
out
,
then
put
away
the
pack
and
rebuttoned
the
pocket
flap
.
Smoking
,
he
looked
vacuously
around
the
room
.
His
look
finally
settled
on
the
radio
.
"
Hey
,
"
he
said
.
"
They
got
this
terrific
show
comin
’
on
the
radio
in
a
coupla
minutes
.
Bob
Hope
,
and
everybody
.
"
X
,
opening
a
fresh
pack
of
cigarettes
,
said
he
had
just
turned
the
radio
off
.
Undarkened
,
Clay
watched
X
trying
to
get
a
cigarette
lit
.
"
Jesus
,
"
he
said
,
with
spectator
’
s
enthusiasm
,
"
you
oughta
see
your
goddam
hands
.
Boy
,
have
you
got
the
shakes
.
Ya
know
that
?
"
X
got
his
cigarette
lit
,
nodded
,
and
said
Clay
had
a
real
eye
for
detail
.
"
No
kidding
,
hey
.
I
goddam
near
fainted
when
I
saw
you
at
the
hospital
.
You
looked
like
a
goddam
corpse
.
How
much
weight
ya
lose
?
How
many
pounds
?
Ya
know
?
"
